Quotes about Relationship
A happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers.
— Ruth Bell Graham
Dad, I'm not at all sure I can follow you any longer in your simple Christian faith' stated the clergyman's son when he returned from the university for holidays with a fledgling scholar's assured arrogance. The father's black eyes skewered his son, who was 'lost,' as C.S. Lewis put it 'in the invincible ignorance of his intellect.' 'Son,' the father said, 'That is your freedom, your terrible freedom.
— Ruth Bell Graham
All essential knowledge relates to existence, or only such knowledge as has an essential relationship to existence is essential knowledge.
— Soren Kierkegaard
Always, every now and then, I had given her a hard time, just to keep her in line. Every once in a while a woman seems to need, in fact wants this too.
— Malcolm X
He who eats my bread does my will.
— Marcus Aurelius
All things are linked and knitted together, and the knot is sacred, neither is there anything in the world, that is not kind and natural in regard of any other thing, or, that hath not some kind of reference and natural correspondence with whatsoever is in the world besides.
— Marcus Aurelius
Love is a discipline, like prayer, I said.
— Margaret Atwood
I admired my mother in some ways, although things between us were never easy. She expected too much from me, I felt. She expected me to vindicate her life for her, and the choices she'd made. I didn't want to live my life on her terms. I didn't want to be the model offspring, the incarnation of her ideas. We used to fight about that. I am not your justification for existence, I said to her once.
— Margaret Atwood
On impulse he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different. He has no talent for monotony.
— Margaret Atwood
Some called it Eve's curse but she thought that was stupid, and the real curse of Eve was having to put up with the nonsense of Adam, who as soon as there was any trouble, blamed it all on her.
— Margaret Atwood
He loved her; in some ways he was devoted to her. But he couldn't reach her, and it was the same on her side. It was as if they'd drunk some fatal potion that would keep them forever apart, even though they lived in the same house, ate at the same table, slept in the same bed.
— Margaret Atwood
She liked to keep only the bright side of herself turned towards him. She liked to shine.
— Margaret Atwood